I despise writing poetry, but I had to write three poems for my creative writing class. This was the first one I wrote, and it turned out better than I expected it to. Enjoy :)
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Flames
Fire,
a raging force that draws you in,
only to harm you when you least expect it.
It's a rose,
a vibrant red with thorns that prick your skin and make you bleed,
and soon the red on your finger is matching the petals
But at least it's beautiful.
A warm glow upon smiling faces
watching as their marshmallows turn a golden brown
A campfire tune
accompanied by the crackling of the flames
to create a comforting song
One that you can fall asleep to
nature's lullaby.
Once it catches,
it spreads like lice in an elementary school.
If it is wild enough,
it'll take more than a little water to douse it out,
and by then the damage has already been done;
trees become mere ashes, falling to the ground
just as a child's hair is now cut from their head.
But at least the lice is gone
And so is the fire.
Something so necessary
yet hardly ever appreciated
like breathing, or the beating of a heart.
Generations of people,
using fire for survival, for warmth,
for bonding
huddling together,
melding like metal under a raging flame.
YOU ARE READING
Random Writing
RandomThis book will be a collection of short stories I write in my free time since someone told me I should upload my stories on Wattpad. Sorry if this stuff is bad lol.
